Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Television,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.